I offer a hand.
A futile attempt at best.
Only time can help.
(For 11/16/14)
			
			
									
			
			
	I offer a hand.
A futile attempt at best.
Only time can help.
(For 11/16/14)
Driven by deadlines.
My goals. Other’s objectives.
The universe laughs.
Two weeks and counting.
Long days, short nights, and no breaks.
Total exhaustion.
Elusive cupid.
What happened to your arrows?
Use them or lose them!
A strange sensation.
Dead-tired, yet wide awake.
Stress is a weird thing.